How To Be Busy

Many moons ago Grandpa Babymule used to delight in tormenting his children with the phrase ‘work work, busy busy, chop chop, bang bang’ when we (rarely) had to carry out chores. His schoolboy humour would lead him into fits of stifled giggles as we threw him a glance of the most scrunched up faces we…

No More Toys!

Talk about middle class problems. The ridiculous lengths of recent conversations with my three sweet, innocent children. To quote Dame Edna Everidge ‘You lucky, luck bastards’ would sum it up nicely, but I’m not sure that would give anyone under 7 a clear insight into their predicament. After a much needed slow start to the weekend we…

Being Brave Part 2 (Subtext ‘How not to be a Cocky B*stard)

Everyday bravery is underrated. Not the selfless acts of death-defying super-powered bravery (which are clearly amazing and miraculous) but the simple self-imposed challenges of life every day. These things are underrated: Caring for a newborn; simultaneously amazing and terrifying. Managing a toddler; requiring the patience of a saint and the strategy of a giant multinational…

Being Brave

I heard myself encouraging my biggest mini mule (now 6) to ride his bike down a steep curve on the skate park recently. I was doing my best to reassure him that he would be fine, he could do it, he was doing really well. He ultimately backed off from the precipice and chose to…

New Year, New Blog

Happy New Year! Apologies for the blogapathy, I have been deep in the cosy hibernating recesses of team Babymule’s winter think tank (no it’s not the hot tub). But finally I’ve emerged all pink and rosy and beaming with fresh happy thoughts (ok maybe it is the hot tub), and ready for the forthcoming year.…